Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.